She didn't know what she was thinking, she just wanted to see his wound, which was why she kept making unreasonable demands.
She was always worried when she couldn't see his wound, worried that he wasn't telling the truth.
Was the wound really not deep, did it really not hurt.
She was also afraid to see his wound, but only by seeing it herself could she be at ease.
Not seeing it made her uneasy, her heart filled with anxiety.
"Alright, no more crying, your tears are about to soak my wound." Huo Shaohua said in a doting tone, intentionally trying to stop her tears.
Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, the woman in his arms gradually stopped crying.
Tian Xingyun raised her hand and gently pushed him away, lowering her head and staring unblinkingly at the wound on his waist.
"Was it really just an injury from a fight? Are you sure you're not lying to me?" She felt that his words were incomplete, but couldn't quite pinpoint what was off.
